i had a VERY wierd dream last night. one that involved a road trip to florida, where we only drove west, my best buddy and a childhood friend of his, hot chololate mix and SG's very own Flick. i don't know what the meaning of the whole thing was, i just think it was FUCKED up.
started out with the 3 of us driving from detroit and going west. along the interstate i would get out and walk beside the car and pet cows. then the interstate ended, and we had no idea where we were. with one turn we are at the service door of the K-Wings arena in kalamazoo MI. and some how i knew of a secret exit that put you out onto the interstate again. so, we drove in there, and then had to wait in a line for the elevator that took the cars to the road. (wierd yes)
as we are waiting the delivery of hot cocoa powder arrives and every one cheers. this is where Flick arrives, she sneeks in a side door, and snakes her way to the rack of hot cocoa. she grabs a HUGE plastic bottle of powder, and twalks out the back door. i recognize her, and chase after her, not caring that she just swiped the hot cocoa, we start talking, and talking, and talking. i don't remember about what, i just know at some point i ask her why she did it, and her responce is "it's fuckin' cold and i like hot cocoa". then my buddy finds me and tells me that its our turn in the elevator, so we leave.
and i wake up.
very wierd, but, it is about par for my dreams. i don't have ones where i get shot at, or do crazy things like jump off buildings or outta planes. mine are pretty tame i guess.
i guess it is just wierd that i would have a dream about a long chat with Flick in the parking lot of an ice arena.
time to work!
started out with the 3 of us driving from detroit and going west. along the interstate i would get out and walk beside the car and pet cows. then the interstate ended, and we had no idea where we were. with one turn we are at the service door of the K-Wings arena in kalamazoo MI. and some how i knew of a secret exit that put you out onto the interstate again. so, we drove in there, and then had to wait in a line for the elevator that took the cars to the road. (wierd yes)
as we are waiting the delivery of hot cocoa powder arrives and every one cheers. this is where Flick arrives, she sneeks in a side door, and snakes her way to the rack of hot cocoa. she grabs a HUGE plastic bottle of powder, and twalks out the back door. i recognize her, and chase after her, not caring that she just swiped the hot cocoa, we start talking, and talking, and talking. i don't remember about what, i just know at some point i ask her why she did it, and her responce is "it's fuckin' cold and i like hot cocoa". then my buddy finds me and tells me that its our turn in the elevator, so we leave.
and i wake up.
very wierd, but, it is about par for my dreams. i don't have ones where i get shot at, or do crazy things like jump off buildings or outta planes. mine are pretty tame i guess.
i guess it is just wierd that i would have a dream about a long chat with Flick in the parking lot of an ice arena.
time to work!